Middle Men Page #8

It's OK.

Hey.

I missed you so much.

Jack.

You feel good.

Hey.

Where you going?

Come back here.

Where are you?

I don't know.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry...

What do you mean you're sorry?

Oh, my God.

Let me out.

Let me out. Let me out!

Oh, my God.

So I guess we're talking

about a divorce then, aren't we?

What do you think?

We just go on like this?

Oh, God, I despise this hypocrisy.

I'm still in love with you, Diana.

Bullshit.

So now I'm flying back to LA,

feeling like it's pretty much

over between me and Diana.

She was right.

I wasn't there anymore.

I'd become addicted to a lifestyle

of money, sex and power

that was light years away from family

or anything I'd ever experienced.

You see, the biggest problem

with my addiction,

was that like all addictions,

it sneaks up on you slowly.

You give into it incrementally,

in an almost imperceptible way.

The other thing was it wasn't

the kind of addiction

where you'd wake up with a hangover.

It wasn't the kind of thing

that would rob you of your wealth.

It didn't rob you of your health.

The more I indulged,

the richer it would make me.

I've got to tell you...

that's impossible to give up.

I can hear your thoughts.

I believe you.

You don't have to tell me.

You like post-orgasm silence?

Don't we all?

You don't have to be mean

just because you feel so guilty.

Do you need me to

let you off the hook?

Despite what you think, you actually

don't have that kind of power over me.

Don't kid yourself.

I'm not.

- I'm younger.

- Yeah.

- I'm hotter.

- OK.

And you like my p*ssy way more

'cause it's tighter and prettier.

That's so poetic.

You really know

all about this stuff?

Yes.

All right, so this shows

the horse's past performance.

OK.

And this indicates how much

the horse has run.

See? This horse ran three times

in the last three weeks,

so it's probably tired.

- Yeah?

- We don't wanna bet on that one. 'Kay?

- All right.

- And this horse here,

it runs well on a sloppy track.

So just 'cause a horse won

its last few races,

doesn't mean it's gonna win

against a different class of horse.

- You're really good at this.

- Thank you.

You're welcome.

- I'm sorry, I didn't order that.

- Courtesy of Mr. Sokoloff, sir.

- Thank you.

- Thank you.

I'll be right back.

- Hey.

- You didn't have to do that.

- Hey, come, come.

- Thank you.

Did you know that

the FBI is following you?

- What?

- Don't look now.

Don't move. Don't react.

I'm just telling you that those men,

sitting at a table,

you can see them over my head,

they are with the FBI.

Organized Crime task force.

I know them because they practically

put me to bed every night.

What makes you so sure

they're following me?

And what makes you

so sure they're not?

They're also terrible actors.

They stick out like sore thumb,

don't you think?

That doesn't mean

they're following me.

Do you see that guy standing

above them? See him?

The one on the cell phone?

That's my cousin Yuri.

They follow me, he follows them.

He just called me a few seconds ago

and he said, they were talking

about you. Not about me.

Isn't that refreshing?

Maybe they tuck you in tonight?

They have no reason to follow me.

I'm just a businessman.

Aren't we all?

- Hi, baby.

- You know her?

Yes. I know her.

She danced at my clubs.

Nice girl. Very nice girl.

How do you know Niki?

We did some business

together a few years ago.

Yeah? Me, too.

Yeah, he said you danced

at one of his clubs.

Yep. His scumbag lawyer is the one

responsible for me losing all that money

- on my site.

- What do you mean?

Nikita set me up with

his lawyer to do my contracts

when I first started my site.

He really f***ed me over.

- I don't understand.

- Jerry Haggerty.

- Yeah?

- F***ing scumbag.

Jerry Haggerty is Nikita's lawyer?

- Nikita something.

- Sokoloff?

I think that sounds about right.

Yep. Why, do you know him?

Let's go. Gotta get out of here.

- Where's Jerry?

- Hey, Jack.

What a surprise.

You're Sokoloff's lawyer?

- Sorry?

- You heard me, Jerry.

Now, Jack you know I can't

disclose who my clients are.

- That's attorney-client privilege.

- Why are you f***in' with me, Jerry?

OK, then, yeah.

Yeah. Don't be moronic.

Of course I'm his lawyer.

I mean, how do you think I found out

about this situation in the first place?

You ripped me off.

In God's name,

what are you talking about?

The big f***ing Russian Ivan.

That was you, I know that was you.

He shows up at my house

demanding double what I owed him.

- Some of that was meant for you.

- Yeah, so? So? So what?

So, I'm trying to take a little skim,

for Christ's sakes?

I mean, and you're making what?

Close to 1 00 million?

And what, you throw me

a tuna fish sandwich?

That ain't right. That ain't right.

And then, so... so tell me,

what... what do I get?

"Thanks for putting

this all together, Jerry."

That ain't right,

and you know it, motherf***er.

I took care of you, OK?

I've paid my debt to you.

- Really?

- Yeah, really.

Yeah, well, see, the problem is

I don't really see it like that, Jack.

Listen, I'm serious.

All right? We're finished.

No. No, you see, we're not finished.

Yeah, we are, Jerry.

We can't be.

Listen, you killed Ivan, right?

- What did you just say to me?

- Well, I mean you had to kill him.

The man's gone. I mean,

he was here, and then he's gone.

I mean, vanished.

Disappeared. Like in thin air.

It seems pretty obvious

that he took the money and left.

Yes. Yes, see I...

I thought that too for a while.

But I don't think this guy would

have just run off with $450,000.

I mean, he might try to start a new life

with four or five million, you know,

but not that kind of chump change.

So, you see, it just doesn't

make any sense to me, Jack.

So you had to have

something to do with it.

Jerry, if you even suspected that

was the truth, you'd be bleeding me dry.

Sure. But I might be looking

to catch a bigger fish.

Listen, if you even think about

repeating this conversation to anybody,

even in jest, I swear to God,

I'll throw you off a f***ing roof.

I didn't kill anybody.

Sure thing, Jack.

You oughta calm down a little.

I mean, we're just a couple

of guys talking here.

I just wanted to carve

out a moment of peace,

to close my eyes

and dream up a solution.

Something really romantic,

like Haggerty getting hit by a bus,

or Wayne and Buck

spontaneously combusting.

What I heard next, I could not believe.

- Guess what?

- What?

The FBI was just here.

Why?

Do you know anything

about terrorism, Audrey?

What kind of terrorism

are you referring to?

Do you mean like

national, international,

eco, bio or just your

everyday suicide bomber?

Middle Eastern terrorists, Audrey.

Audrey, we've come to you today

with an opportunity

that very few Americans

have ever had in history.

It turns out you have several

high-ranking members

of a terrorist organization

who are huge fans of your website.

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